When the veiled woman returned, the battle among the group was already drawing to a close.
Unexpectedly, the once-arrogant Wild Boar Soul Master had fallen at the hands of an unremarkable man. This man bore some resemblance to Yu Xiaogang and didn't look strong at all, yet he was the last one standing among the group of brutal fighters.
However, in the Hell Slaughter Arena, no one could pretend to be weak more than once. After killing the boar-like man with cunning, this man's face was firmly remembered by the audience—no one would underestimate him again.
After the battle ended, the staff began cleaning the arena and removing the corpses.
The veiled woman looked at Yu Tianming. "The Hell Slaughter Arena always has at least one backup match ready. Before the first match starts, the next group of fighters must already be prepared. You're scheduled for the match after the next one, so before that match starts, you need to go to the waiting room and get ready."
Yu Tianming nodded at her words, thinking, 'That means I can't just keep entering matches back-to-back. This also explains why Tang San needed two years to leave this place, and why there's a queue for fights even though just ten people are enough to start.'
With that, he left the stands and walked down to the waiting room beneath the arena.
To prevent conflicts among the fighters, each one had their own private room. Once inside, they would be locked in until summoned by the staff.
After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yu Tianming and nine other fighters entered the arena together.
"I'm in a hurry," he shouted, "Come at me together."
Possibly due to the effect of his fourth soul ring, his voice echoed clearly throughout the arena.
The other nine combatants turned to look at Yu Tianming. Even without his shout, judging by the appearance of his Martial Spirit possession, they could tell he was the strongest among them.
The spectators began to cheer wildly at the fighters' reactions.
Yu Tianming wasn't being reckless. He knew that in the Hell Slaughter Arena, you couldn't hide your strength for long. It was better to rack up as many wins as possible before his infamy spread.
Seeing that none of the other fighters dared to make the first move, Yu Tianming shook his head helplessly, strode to the center of the arena, and gave a slight smile. Specks of light began to appear around his body.
He hadn't even finished charging his power when several hidden weapons flew toward him.
In Douluo Dalu, though dark weapons used by people like Meng Yiran weren't as deadly as Tang San's, they were still incredibly vicious.
Yu Tianming frowned slightly. He wasn't afraid of the damage, but some of the hidden weapons were laced with some disgusting poison, making them look particularly revolting.
Abandoning his charge, Yu Tianming released the energy he had gathered. In an instant, lightning, fire, and hurricane energy burst outward in a hemispherical wave, engulfing the entire arena with a radius of over a hundred meters.
Several weaker fallen ones who hadn't even attacked yet collapsed under the energy blast.
Only three fierce-looking men remained and charged toward Yu Tianming.
These three had the aura of Soul Kings. Though blackened by the blast, their movements weren't hindered. They coordinated to surround him from three directions.
They understood that with Yu Tianming's strength, if they couldn't kill him, they would surely die themselves.
Seeing this, Yu Tianming calmly raised his right index finger and began concentrating several types of energy into a single point.
Through electromagnetic sensing, he aimed his finger at the forehead of the man in front of him. A flash of light streaked out, and the man's head now had a charred hole in it.
Yu Tianming then raised his left hand, aiming both arms to either side.
As the other two Soul Kings came within ten meters, two more beams shot out, boring black holes into both their foreheads.
After killing the three, Yu Tianming didn't stop. He made sure to finish off the remaining six one by one.
In less than two minutes, the slaughter was over.
Seeing how efficiently Yu Tianming dealt with the others, the stands fell silent—no cheers, only quiet awe.
The veiled woman in the audience couldn't help but ponder, 'How is he able to use soul skills in the Hell Slaughter Arena? Is this a soul skill he created himself? Or does he have at least two soul bones?'
After confirming everyone was dead, Yu Tianming calmly walked back the way he came, heading for the registration area.
After absorbing his fifth soul ring, his ability to control and combine different energies had greatly improved.
Previously, when he gathered the three elemental energies into a ball in his palm, it wasn't very effective—only good for killing weaklings.
Now, by fusing lightning, fire, and wind into a laser at his fingertip, he had dramatically increased both the power and focus of the attack.
Each shot was comparable to a regular ten-thousand-year soul skill. The beam's speed was also so fast that opponents at his level couldn't react in time.
Yu Tianming walked up to the registration desk, handed over his number plate to the staff, and said, "I want to sign up for the next match."
This life, Yu Tianming had grown up pampered, but now he had entered the Slaughter City—a place like an underground slum for soul masters. It was like a billionaire from his previous life moving into a violent inner-city ghetto. Even if he wasn't afraid of fighting, the filthy, chaotic environment made him deeply uncomfortable.
To escape this dark and dirty place, he not only needed to win quickly—he had to survive and walk out of here alive.
A month later, Yu Tianming had already won over thirty matches in a row, killing more than three hundred fallen ones.
During this month, he would sign up for a new match every time he won. If he wasn't fighting, he stayed in the waiting room to rest. His storage ring was packed with food and dry rations, and he would eat a little between battles.
And so, after over thirty straight wins without leaving the Hell Slaughter Arena, the entire Slaughter City knew there was a battle maniac holed up in the arena—someone who crushed every opponent. Anyone who faced him died.
Originally, the fallen ones who entered the arena all hoped they'd be matched with a weak opponent.
Now that Yu Tianming was camping in the arena, even though the survival rate only dropped from one in ten to one in twenty, it shattered many people's false hopes.
For a while, the once-busy Hell Slaughter Arena became eerily quiet. Yu Tianming sometimes had to wait days just to gather ten fighters for a match.
But he wasn't in a rush. In the inner city, every person was required to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena once per year. Only by surviving a fight could they continue living in the Slaughter City.
As long as people wanted to stay in the inner city, as long as he remained in the arena, there would always be those willing to fight—just to keep their place.
In the original story, Tang San took two years to escape from the Slaughter City. Yu Tianming would take far less time.
(End of Chapter)
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